On Wes's Birthday, July 9, 2001

You are sunlit pasture
where the hay is always sweet
and nettles never sting,
a creek in green woodshade
with water always clean
and gravel that never cuts my feet,
a hug that has never constricted me,
an anchor that has never held me back.

You laugh without mockery,
argue without wounding.

Within your world's heart
crystals hold a light
that never came from sun or star
yet the dark warm beating walls
don't cramp my breath.
You fly me into stars that never burn me.

I love you.
I treasure you.

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